Anne Sutton looked at Nathan Fawcett and said, "Ethan, the company comes first. Don't do this! The shareholders will get the wrong idea again!"
If they found something to use against him, all the arguments she'd made today would be for nothing.
Nathan Fawcett looked at Anne Sutton. Ignoring her apprehension and concern, he simply asked, "Do you like Charles Prescott?"
Anne Sutton glanced at the man beside her. Seeing that Chairman Grant and Miles Prescott were both walking over, she nodded. "Of course, I do."
'Even though she was sick to her stomach.'
Nathan Fawcett said, "Oh. Then tell me, what is it you like about him? The fact that he married someone else, or that he wants to marry you off to another man?"
"..." Nathan Fawcett's words pained her.
Anne Sutton lowered her head. "As long as he doesn't inherit the Fawcett legacy, I'll do anything."
'So what if I marry Charles Prescott!'
'At worst, we can just make each other miserable!'
